BΣƬЯΛY ΛПD DΣGЯΛDΣ (Various! Creepypasta x F! Reader)

XXVII

You wobbled slightly, but once you gained your balance he let go of your hand once more, seemingly trying to be considerate. Your tears had slowed by now, though they still rolled down your cheeks with every thought or memory you had of your friends.

You and Hoodie stared at each other for a few silent moments before you took a step forward, opened your arms, and without a word, wrapped him in a hug. This seemed to surprise both of you. Why did you just do that?

But when he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you as well and returned the hug, your worries faded and you relaxed. Like his hands, he was large and warm. Standing at just under six feet tall, he was taller than Masky yet shorter than Jeff and Jack. He was well built, which you had discovered quite some time ago, though it was far more apparent while in his arms. And lastly, his tan-colored hoodie was soft and provided even more comfort as you nuzzled into his shoulder silently.

As minutes passed the hug slowly got less tense until he crouched down a bit and just simply picked you up. You continued to hold onto him as he headed back into the mansion, not even caring at the moment to put back on his mask.

And because of this, you noticed the faint smile on his lips.

𓂂𐬹⊗☆☆☆⊗𐬹𓂂

Hoodie carried you into the mansion and past both the living room and the kitchen before bringing you down the steps leading to the basement. The adrenaline that remained pumping through your veins somewhat numbed the pain, but as the minutes passed, the cut on your arm throbbed as it bled. Its cells doing its best to repair what it could. Despite their efforts, the cut was obviously quite deep and it appeared to need stitches rather than just a bandaid.

The large door was pushed open, resulting in a loud creak that tore Jack's attention off of his current choice of horror movie. You didn't recognize what it was, but when he paused it and left it at an overly gory scene, you almost wondered if it wasn't just a movie after all. Only glancing at both the screen and Jack for a little over a second, you quickly hid your face back in Hoodie's shoulder.

Jack raised a brow upon seeing the two of you, "Is this meant to be the favor you won?"

Hoodie sighed and shook his head, a bit of annoyance making its way into his frown. "No, it's meant to be what we all agreed to in the beginning. If they get injured, you fix them up." He paused for a second to glance at you before focusing back on Jack and narrowing his eyes, "I'll ask for my favor when I need it."

With a sigh, Jack got up and headed to the medical area in his basement, waving Hoodie to follow. "It's just her arm right?"

Hoodie looked you over before nodding a bit, "I think so." You gave the fabric of his jacket a small squeeze to signal your agreement as you continued to cling to him.

At the moment he was all you had, and you weren't about to let him go. So when he attempted to set you down on the metal table, your grip on him only tightened.

Another sigh left his lips as he lightly pat your back, "I'm not going anywhere, but Jack has to patch up your arm so you need to let go."

You nearly shook your head in protest, but the more your arm hurt the more you understood it really needed attention. With a nervous frown, you hesitantly let go and looked up at him with teary eyes.

Before he stepped to the side to let Jack do his work, he gently pat your head, which you had to accept, at this point really did comfort you.

Jack calmly walked over to you and carefully picked up your arm before inspecting it closely. The wound was deep and oozed deep, dark, red blood. Its edges were visibly irritated as blood dried around it, but with its severity, a scab couldn't manage to form. Though Jack's touch was fairly considerate, you couldn't help but wince when he turned your arm a bit before setting it down.

He hummed softly as he walked to the counter and grabbed from the cabinets and drawers sutures, tweezers, saline, gauze, as well as a roll of bandages. He set everything beside you before getting a cloth and wetting it. Jack soon returned to your side before steadying your arm and gently dabbing away the blood that continued to leak from the cut. You roughly bit your lip and forced your eyes away as he cleaned the wound.

You were surprised by how little it stung, but then you felt the cold metal of a needle poking at your arm and you tensed up. Hoodie, who now stood behind Jack and to the side so that he could observe, frowned even more. Not that he'd let it be known to anyone, he didn't like seeing you in pain. Over time he had grown to somewhat care about you, and now that these new feelings had bloomed and broken through the cold, emotionless walls he had built up for so many years, he couldn't help but feel protective over you. And now that he had decided to keep you around, meaning that according to how things worked around here, you were technically his, this only amplified his feelings.

Without warning, the needle was forced through your still very irritated skin and a pained whimper escaped your throat, echoing throughout the room. Your eyes were squeezed shut and both of your fists were clenched into tight balls.

It burned as if it were on fire, but at least while you were blinded by physical pain, your mental state of turmoil wasn't even on your mind.

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